Brisyl

There is something buried, deep inside of you, and you try to hide it from me. Even when you reassure, even when you explain it away, it peeks out, and assures me it is still there. I can tell, but it is hidden, and everybody wants it to stay that way - you most of all. This is true for a lot of people. I can't do anything about it, except watch, and observe, and reassure, if they find it is their wish and my place to do so. This is true for me. I want to keep things hidden - everybody does. None of us are ever very successful. There is always somebody perceptive watching, and they will always see. But everybody wants to be a mystery - pro

Spring is here, finally. With the change in weather comes changes in life. Change is coming, approaching faster and faster as the semester dwindles away.  For once, I think I am ready for his arrival. For once, I think I am actually excited.

Hmm, first journal ever. I don't think anyone will read it. Life is good, though I don't have as much time to walk around take pictures as I would like. It's getting very cold and I would rather hunker down, enjoy hot chocolate and cozy fireplaces with my boy than anything. But life keeps me moving. Oh well. It's good for me. Perhaps over break I'll go on some walks. Maybe he'll come with me? I hope so. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah, and a Happy Kwanza to everyone. =]